Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-02-20

The job! Corkey's heart beat wild
dance on his rios and his eyes bulged
from his head. Here was greatness in
deed, to be associated with the famous
crook in one of his operations. 1t was
the prOudest moment OF the child's life.
"Dere's drunk over here by de foun-
tain," continued the croOk-he is known
to the world and police as Bad Man Null
vey, and like all truly great men he Is
without atfectatlon or gariSh pride
"whats got some Doodle in the right ham
pockit of his pans. 1t amt in any Odder
pokit cause / Din troo DUN all an
knows where it is cause felt it from d.
outside. Well, he's a lynn on his right
side wild his pokit toward de grass. A
nice little kid like yerself, Cork, kin per-
tend t be playin' on de grass am work up
t. him an gather de little wad right in
without no one bein' de WISER"
sis he very drunk, Mulvey?" asked the
boy, softly.
''Hes the most elgintly drunk estus
man." said Bad Man Mulvey, wit b the
traces of keen envy showing plainly in
his face, shat pve seen since yer ladder
wuz brung home in O'Gilligan's ash cart
an lay fur ded two days without speak
i'm. Lord" continued Mr.. Mulvey, with
q far-off look in his elusive eyes and
smile of fond admiration. "what beauti-
full load he had onto himw
For the first time In many day Corkey
felt that his father was the kind of a man
to be proud of. Then he thought of the
hob-nailed boot that had hurt him so that
morning and changed his opinion at
once. Presently Bad Man Mulvey re-
sumed his instructions. 1t was an limo.
cent looking group. The little street
arabs playing marbles in the shade while
a red-haired youth leaned idly over a
fence and talked good-naturedly to a
shriveled up little cripple, who Rugged
himself with his bouy arms and looked
upward with breathless interest.
After little the cripple went hopping
across the plaza aud fell to chasing a but
terfly about. He circled nearer and
nearer to one OF the benches on which a
well-dressed young fellow reclined in a
drunken stupor, snoring methOdically,
and finally dropped on the grass behind
the bench as though exhausted by the eX-
ercise. As he lay there he felt that the
greatest moment Of his life was al hand.
But he knew that the eyes OF the great
Mulvey were on him and ne needed the
advice OF that artist as TO the necessity of
''goin' slow an not gittin' ratified"
The skinny little hand glided into the
pocket, seized all the crumpled bills, the
change and the keys, and no one Of the
thousands OF people thereabout was the
wiser, though IL was the dearest OF DAYS
and not yet IL o'clock in the morning. The
silver that Mulvey gave him was
mighty fortune, but dearer still was the
praise as the Illustrious one patted him
on the back, and SAID
"Cork, y done good. Yer credit to
the perlesh. " ain't,' added the Bad
Man, violently, ppm rIng-talled snipe-
which, !" he continued with an air OF en-
gaging candor as he stroled off. ~ need'n'
remark that l amt"
Before noon there was new hero in
the Fourth Ward and Corkey was over
whelmed with honors. He bought tarts
by the score at Mrs. Murphy's shop, and
told again and again how he and Bad
Man Mulvey-tbat gentleman had disap-
peared from society, as was his we'll
known cautious habit after any
little stroke OF buslness--had
made their haul. By 3 O'Clock
Corkey had whipped n boy con-
siderably bigger than himself, nad fallen
down cellar, made bis iofant sister the
singularly appropriate present OF pair